Young Master Xuanxin

[Easy, Invincible]
"I, Lu Xuan, the first genius of the Great Truth Sect!"
"At the age of nine, I entered the Body-Strengthening Stage. At twelve, I entered the Qi-Refining Stage. At fifteen, I entered the Foundation-Establishment Stage. At eighteen, I entered the Golden Pill Stage. Every three years, I achieved a new stage!"
"At this rate, one day, I will become the youngest immortal in the Eternity Realm. I will shatter the void and ascend to the heavens, and it's just a matter of time!"
Lu Xuan, who transmigrated into a world of immortals and martial arts, experienced the darkest day of his life on his twenty-first birthday.
On that day, he successfully formed his Nascent Soul step by step. However, before he could even enjoy the joy of the breakthrough, he witnessed his Nascent Soul leaving the lotus platform and soaring out of his body...
In the years that followed, every time Lu Xuan formed a Nascent Soul, it would fly away without exception. After releasing countless Nascent Souls for nine thousand years, Lu Xuan made a discovery...
He had successfully achieved the Golden Body!

My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

In the end, Mu Feng was lured to the Senate, where four War Gods were stationed to subdue him.

"Using me and then planning to betray me?" Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by this turn of events.

He had considered the possibility of Dayan turning against him, but he didn't expect the Senate to act so quickly. Mu Feng's current status as an adherent of the Silent Master meant the Senate's bold move to capture him was a clear statement of their stance. Daring to confront a Taboo existence, Lu Xuan surmised they must have acquired some kind of trump card.

In the Dayan Dynasty, at the Tianyan Mountain Range, a mountaintop had been carved and hollowed out, forming a massive pit like the mouth of a volcano. The pit, a kilometer deep, housed a colossal altar.

On this altar lay an ancient skeleton, over ten meters long, markedly different from a normal human. Below the altar, twelve elderly men in luxurious robes smiled faintly.

The Execution of the Emperor's Nine Clans